The Last Post...

until I get back this weekend at least. Tomorrow I'm going to Springfield to hang with the hommies. I still haven't packed either. I'm about to do that, as soon as I finish this.

Yesterday I had my consultation with the very attractive (and single) oral surgeon. He told me that my bottom wisdom teeth are fused with the jaw bone. Great. Also, as a precaution, he told me that the nerve that controls the feeling in my bottom lip could be pinched due to the swelling so I could lose feeling for a while. I really would have done better if he had not told me that. My surgery is on the 14th, and I will be going on a MLOA from work for a week. I really hope that my face doesn't get as swollen as he says it will. That will suck. I'm scared as crap. Not really so much about the surgery itself, but about the after effect. I'm an incredibly big baby. My mom even offered to come and take care of me. I told her no, but not because I didn't want her to. Mainly because she's a smoker and I know damn good and well if she was staying at my house, and I am like, holed up in the bed, in a vicoden coma, that she would be sneaky and try to smoke in my house. So, I'm just going to have to suck it up and just give myself extra meds so that I don't wake up for like 3 days. That's the plan you know. Sleeping for 3 days. Anyway, enough about this. I'm getting freaked out.

I got a snazzy new shirt yesterday that I'm going to wear this weekend, and I can't wait because it's all shiny and silver and black. You know how excited I get over clothes! Actually, I picked up quite a few new outfits yesterday. No shoes though, surprisingly. I even resisted the urge to buy this Coach bag I've been wanting. So, I'm thinking with all this clothing talk I should probably go pack and then go to sleep. I feel like I've been going non-stop. Today at the gym, I was on the elliptical thinking, "I wonder what it would be like to pass out while on the elliptical?" I mean, I wonder if I'd like, break my neck falling off the damn thing. Anyway, I'm just really tired. And, there's only so many times I can listen to really dirty songs (David Banner, Fidy Cent) to keep me awake. So, have a good weekend. I know I will. Hopefully I'll remember the camera for the weekend and take some pictures.